If Mr. Hockey had gone and told her he thought she was gorgeous, she would have looked away while blushing for several minutes. Fortunately, he hadn't. And she was somewhat resilient against those flashes of smiles. For a moment she had been caught off guard because he was sweeter than she anticipated. Usually people who ran into others said "oh sorry" and kept going like it was no big deal.
He even bent and got her sunglasses.
Having been half bent to get them herself, Kit stood straight and put her hands in front of her hips while waiting for the item to be handed over. A white smile was turned his way as her pink lips parted in thanks. "I'm sure, thank you," she said. Putting her sunglasses back on, her attentive eyes blinked curiously before a small smile fell upon her face again.
"Truth be told?" she teased. "No." Her eyes then looked the god up and down, but she couldn't guess who or what he was god of. Sophie didn't watch sports. "I'm kitchen appliances. Call me Sophie."